I went out with La Bubbles and Senora Amparo Munoz, as well as the cast of Gossip Girls TS, last Saturday. Because we went home late I opted to sleep at Bubbles' place, not far from the Silom gayborhood, where Senora Amparo also lives (well until yesterday when he was deported back to Las Islas Filipinas).
The girls woke up late on Sunday and the first agenda of the day, at least for Bubbles, was to flirt with the bagets cleaning his air-conditioning unit. Charrring! Well, the real agenda was to get lunch and I was supposed to go back to my riverside shack afterwards.
Anyway, out of the blue, Senora Amparo suggested we go to Pattaya for the day. In a heartbeat, Bubbles and I were up for the Senora's whimsical plan. So within an hour, we were on a two-hour bus ride to Pattaya.
It has been nearly three years ago since I visited Pattaya (see post here) and since then the place never had any appeal to me. Pattaya has a very seedy reputation, you know?
When we arrived there at about 4:30 in the afternoon, the beach was abuzz with weekenders. Since it is Pattaya, there is of course a fair share of gargantuan tourists of the old, balding kind spilling from the beach chairs. And of course the requisite tiny (and most probably) bar girl wrapped around their arms.
So the packaging de rigueur is black locks all the way to the waist, the tiniest denim shorts, and the most barely-there tank tops. Of course they were perched on their stilettos and a stick of cigarette was clipped between their fingers.
I remember walking down the same street the last time in Pattaya. I was floored by how blatant sex was sold right there. There were even signs saying "this week many new girls". We were sort of spared of the usual circus in Pattaya this time though, thank god. Instead, we found grilled meat sold on push-carts.